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DliJVOTiJD TO AGRICUTiTUHE, HORTICTJLTUKE, ANT) KLNDSED ABTS. 



NEAY SERIES. Boston, September, 18G9. VOL. III.— XO. 0. 



K. P. EATOX & CO., PcBLrsriERS, 

 Office, 04 Meuciiants' Row. 



MONTHLY. 



SIMOI^ BHOW-X, ) Editors 

 S. TLKTCHEK, \ ■'EDITORS. 



SEPTEMBER. 



The leaves that mafJe our forf-6t pathway ehady, 



BegiD to ri'stle down upo i the breeze; 

 The year is fa:iiog liku a et itely 'ady 



Wtio lays a-rifle ) er y.^uthful va ities; 

 Yet, while thu memory i f her btauty lingers, 



She can'^ot wear the livi ry of the i !d. 

 So Autumn comes to paii-t wi h f.osty fingers 



Some leaves with hues of crjmsjn and of gold 



George Arnold. 



EASONS and man 

 were made for 

 each other. His 

 love of change 

 finds gratifica- 

 tion in the pe- 

 culiarities of the 

 changing months. He 

 would grow weary and 

 listless if Juh/ were ex- 

 tended to a hundred 

 days instead of thirty. 

 As the months come and go, 

 they seem to stir up within 

 us sentiments which are in 

 accordance with 

 their own nature. 

 Though we may 

 not as yet have 



felt any "un- 

 timely frost," and nch harvests are bending 

 all around us, we do begin to feel that the 

 year is on the wane. It is "declining into 

 the vale" of months. It has reached the sum- 

 mit of the hill, and is not only looking, but 

 descending into the vaUey below. The year 



"steps onward toward its temporary decay, if 

 not so rejoicingly, even more majestically and 

 gracefully than it does toward its revivi- 

 fication. If September is not so bright with 

 promise, and so buoyant with hope as May, 

 it is even more imbued with the spirit of se- 

 rene repose, in which the only continuous en- 

 joyment consists. Spring 'never is, but always 

 to be blest ;' but September is the month of 

 consummations — the fulfiller of all promises — 

 the fruition of all hopes — the era of comjilete- 

 ness." 



It is too much a habit of thought, with a 

 great many excellent people, to look upon 

 the waning year as a dying year, and to hold 

 it up as a type of our own brief hold upon 

 earth. In some particulars, this is undoubt- 

 edly true. The beautiful language which we 

 quoted above speaks of the year as stepping 

 onward toward its temporary decay. The 

 lapse of each year also finds in us a stepping 

 forward toward a temporary decay — not a final 

 decay. 



The thought, then, which we shall be glad 

 to inculcate is this, that — 



"There is co death I The dust we tread 

 Shall changy beneath the eummer showers 



To gulden grain or mellow fruit, 

 Or rambow-tinted flowers ;" 



and that the spirit or soul which God gave us 

 when he "created us in His own image," will 

 never die. 



Like the effect of the lapse of time upon^ 

 vegetable life, so will it be upon our bodies.. 



